Hey Readers! (Mom and Dad)
|My Salem house, after MANY repairs and a new porch|
I haven't written in a spell because my plans took a ride in a BMW convertible on a sunny day with the top down. In other words, I found a house! And I moved! At the end of February I closed on a house in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Oregon. It's a tiny town I'll call "Paradise" just in case I ever get a stalker (again).
I "Zillow'd" the hell out of things looking for just the right place. Well, more like I put in my search parameters of in Oregon, under $350k, half an acre, and less than 50k people. I was hit with very few houses...and most were awful. I mean, so terrible that you'd have to actually install walls, flooring, sinks, etc.
I initially passed by this house in Paradise...because it was literally in the middle of no where. The idea of moving so far away from everyone and everything I know was just a little intimidating. And then, a few weeks later I went back and did my search again and the same house came up, but it was pending. Missed that boat. Oh well, that's what I get for stalling.
A few more weeks passed and I searched again...and the house in Paradise was back on the market. Apparently the potential buyer was a little older and her kids didn't want her out there alone. On a whim I called the realtor and after a few conversations, I made an offer. Sight unseen. They accepted the offer and I had 10 days to view it...which I passed on. I figured I'd get an inspection and frankly, I figured any house of that age would need some work, so I was prepared for whatever happened.
I called a realtor to put my house on the market and before that even happened, I had a full price offer from the neighbor's friends. SOLD! The stars aligned.
It didn't hit me until I was in the U-Haul on the way to my new house (and praying it looked like the photos) that my entire life was changing. The whole time I was busy packing and loading my belongings I didn't think about what I was leaving behind. Instead I was thinking about what I was moving toward. I started to realize I wouldn't do happy hour with my friends anymore, couldn't pop into the office to greet co-workers, and was going to have to actually plan for trips to town (since it's an hour away). But none of that really mattered because once I pulled into the driveway, I felt at home.
|View from my front window in Paradise|
Friends ask if I have any regrets. The answer is a solid no. It hasn't been all smooth sailing (read the next post) but I wouldn't change it for the world.